We missed our original Thursday night train to Paris- Chris was
delayed reaching the station- so this necessitated a hotel room near
the station that night, and a 10am train to Paris the next morning.
The train itself was uneventful, Chris slept and I went off in my head
for a few hours. Arriving in Paris, however, I learned something new-
I loathe this city.
Oh, Chris will describe with pleasure the sights, the architecture,
and his trip up the Eiffel Tower and to the Rodin Museum. I, however,
will always chiefly remember the crack-addict-designed metro system
(even the map looks like a plate of multi-colored spaghetti) that
constantly stank of piss and pot and required four connections to
cross the street, the ridiculous prices, overcrowding, and mostly bad
Paris was Chris's desire, so I will let him describe it favorably.
The only real blasphemy is the refusal of joy. -"Jeffrey"